The Spirit of the Wild West
The West wasn’t won by luck—it was carved by determination and hard work.
In dusty boots and hat askew,
A coyote trotted, proud and true.
He babbled tales of ranching lore,
While all he caught was grass and more.
With saddle stitched from patchwork rags,
He swaggered round like old-time jags.
The horses snickered, tails a-flick,
“Who’s this imposter? A clever trick!”
He tried to rope a steer one day,
But tangled up–a clumsy ballet.
The ranchers laughed till bellies ached,
As he swirled round like a whirlwind, faked.
Yet in this ruckus, hearts did soar,
For laughters grip was hard to ignore.
So let him roam, this silly beast,
A cowboy maybe, but humor’s feast.
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